A feverish feminist fantasy, in which I run the world and eat men for breakfast.
Lyric:
I know I got a dirty mind
it’s in the gutter all the time
I don’t believe that it’s a crime
I consider it a service
this ain’t 1954
it ain’t a man’s world anymore
so whatcha wanna tame me for?
do I make you nervous?
I roll up all vim and vigor
chompin at the bit got my finger on the trigger
pitchin a fit all lipstick and vinegar
like baby do ya dare me?
cuss a blue streak like a drunken doxy
don’t give a fuck if you find me foxy
I do what I want to cus I got moxie
and you don’t scare me
I know I got a lot of nerve
I oughtta get what I deserve
a half a dozen men to serve me
it stands to reason
a couple men to feed me sweets
couple more to rub my feets
and one or two between my sheets
if I find it pleasin’
I roll up all vim and vigor
chompin at the bit got my finger on the trigger
pitchin a fit all lipstick and vinegar
like baby do ya dare me?
cuss a blue streak like a drunken doxy
don’t give a fuck if you find me foxy
I do what I want to cus I got moxie
and you don’t scare me
I wake up every mornin with somethin to say
and music to play
and lots of good lovin all day
you wake up every mornin just hatin on me
ain’t it easy to see
who it feels better to be?
I roll up all vim and vigor
chompin at the bit got my finger on the trigger
pitchin a fit all lipstick and vinegar
like baby do ya dare me?
cuss a blue streak like a drunken doxy
don’t give a fuck if you find me foxy
I do what I want to cus I got moxie
and you don’t scare me